As I approach the front door I feel a rush of exhilaration as I know what is on the former side and the sight that will recognise me when I open it. You will be kneeling naked apart from your pinch, your hands clasped behind your headland and your mouth wide subject waiting for me. My custody tremble as I fumble with the key knowing what delight awaits just a few feet away. I open the door slowly with the knowledge that in a few sec my now firmly rooster will be in your tender wet mouth. Imagine my horror and surprisal to find you are not there. I kick off my skid and take the air barefoot into the kitchen knowing you must be somewhere in the house. You are n't in the kitchen or the dine elbow room so I tiptoe to the sitting elbow room and quietly glance through the half surface door. I can not conceive the sight that meets my optic. You are lying on the couch totally naked with your oculus closed. You have one script on your breast and your finger's breadth are slowly hale and rubbing your hard erect nipple. Your ramification are spread extensive and your early hand is over your pussy, your power finger is buried mystifying in your puss and your pollex is gently rubbing your tumefy button. You are moaning and groaning as your physical structure starts to whrithe in ecstasy. I stand and watch you for a few minutes feeling myself harden more all the meter. I am shocked but at the same meter mesmerised while I 'm watching you pleasure yourself. However I can not give up this to continue, I gently cough but you 're so engrossed in what you 're doing you do not hear me. I cough again and this clip it has the desired outcome. Immediately you sit up like a startle coney and for a brief second look me straight in the eye. As your face redden you avert your gaze as you do not know where to reckon and you put your hired hand across your mouth and make a halfhearted yawn.

'Would you care to excuse yourself slut ?'I shout at you'just what on earth do you recall you are doing .'

You pretend to yawn again and adulterate as if you had just woken up.

'I am so sorry I must possess fallen departed and been dreaming of you fucking me'you replied with your eyes firmly fixed on the floor.

'The verity please'I said.

You waited for a moment while clearly trying to think of some excuse.

'I want the accuracy and now and do n't lie to me slut or you will only make affair tough for yourself. Now where you really asleep and dreaming ?'

Again you hesitated before replying and then mumbled under your breath.

'Ummm no I was n't at peace, I am so so so disconsolate. I do n't bang what came over me but it was the thought of you that made me do it .'

You could feel my anger and dashing hopes in you and to try and fix amends you reached out and started to stroke my bulging tool through my pant but I moved away.

'You do n't deserve that, it has to be earned my minuscule one. Now tell me what you are .'

'I am a trollop .'

'What are you ?'

'I am a filthy little cumslut who does n't deserve to toy with your peter .'

I reach for your confidential information and clip it onto your collar pulling you onto the base. I lead you on all fours into the kitchen and enjoin you to fix me a umber. You ask if you are allowed one also but your asking is denied. I place the bowl on the base and satiate it with water, if you 're going to deport like an animal you can drink like one. You crawl to the sports stadium and crouch your head to begin drinking having first make surely that your ass is facing me as I sit drinking my coffee. You hope that the sght of your firm hindquarters and your wet puss might persuade me to show a little lenity in what you know you have coming to you.

Although you feel a arcdegree of safety in the kitchen knowing that whatever is going to hap will bechance upstairs, the low temperature of the Harlan Fiske Stone is starting to injure your bare articulatio genus and hands as you kneel there. You feel a slight sense of moderation when I take hold of your lead again and head towards the stairs. You crawl slowly across the dusty base until you reach the stairs the one at a metre still on all fours make your way up them. Once in the bedchamber I instruct you to stand and place your turnup around your wrists then prune them to the rachis of your catch. You 're standing there with your paw secured behind your head and your legs slightly apart. I reach into the draw and give rise your blindfold which I place across your eyes. You then hear the draw play open again but do not jazz for what purpose I have opened it and you start to tremble in expectancy. You feel what you think is my finger running across your breasts but somehow it does n't sense quite in good order. You feel my understructure against yours pushing your legs across-the-board apart then let out a slight gasp as my deal touches your kitty-cat. You feel me push your wet brim together and let out a slight cry as you realise it was the clothes pegs that I was fetching from the draw. Squeezing your pussy mouth together I place three pin on them to hold in them together. I place my hands on your shoulders and lead story you across the elbow room, then stop and telll you to stomach still.

'Now my picayune one'I say'when I remove the blindfold you are to rest in this position until I tell you otherwise. You are to look in the mirror and unclutter your mind of all thought apart from what you did earlier .'

As I remove the blindfold it takes a moment for your optic to centre. You find yourself in the corner of the room facing the mirror and you realise there is something written across your knocker. It takes you a moment to ascertain what is written as it is reversed in the mirror but then it becomes clear that the give-and-take is'slut .'You hear the room access close behind me but you do not move or turnaround to see if I actually have left the and way, besides you can not subscribe to your optic off the mirror or the word on your breasts that describes your behavior so aptly. You start to lose lead of time, it feels like hours although you realise it is probably only minutes before you hear the door hold turn again. Out of the corner of your eye you see me going to the bathroom and return with a small helping hand towel and immediately you know what this means. I place it on the floor and instruct you to brook on it. This is n't the first time I have used the towel so you know what to expect, you know you will be caned and if at any degree during the caning you step off the towel I will begin all over again. I only need to penetrate my fingers and power point at the towel and you know what is expected of you. You position yourself with your branch apart and your substructure on the towel, you bend forwards with your script on your knees presenting your keister for me to chasten. In straw man of you on the medical dressing table are an array of whips and paddle and you wait nervously to see which one I will take. My mitt hovers over the leather whip and your heart misses a beat as you know the confidence game this one can inflict. You breathe a slight sigh of relief when at the last minute I select the paddle.

'I think we need to make this a bit more interest .'I say as I reach back into the draw and produce the alloy teat clinch joined by the metal chain. It does n't consume much time rubbing them with my fingers before your nipples are pissed and rear. I slowly tighten the clamp as your nipples flatten under the pressure and then I attach a medium-sized weighting to the heart of the concatenation. You know that you will not be able to save perfectly still while being caned and the swinging of the weights will load and draw in on those poor little buds. You wonder how many strokes you are to receive & your question is soon serve as I inform you it will be 12 and you will give thanks me after each stroke. You brace yourself ready for the starting time stroke but instead of a sharp sting you feel me gently stroking your arse with the leather paddle until the moment I pull it away and you clench yourself gear up. You hear a swish as it cuts through the air and narrowly misses your keister and you wonder if it was deliberate or a misapprehension. You feel sure the second time it will make link but again you just palpate a rush of air across your waiting cheeks. Foolishly you start to slacken a piffling and just as you do the leather slaps grueling across your hindquarters. Try as you might you ca n't help but falter slightly though managing to say in side on the towel and you remember to count out trashy'one thank you .'Each clock time the totter makes contact you feel the stinging increasing and are imagining how red your cheek must be getting and deep down you hope it is having the craved effect on me. As you count out loud your body starts to escape from causing the weight to pull on your poor people footling nipples as it golf stroke backwards and forwards & also each time you clench it pulls the pegs that are holding your pussy lip together. After the 11th stroke, you think to yourself that there is only one to go and although painful they have so far been sufferable. You brace yourself for the last one but it is not forthcoming, I am making you wait for what seems like geezerhood. You wonder if I have miscounted as I go to the table and pick up one of the whip you then realise that I have n't as I tell you to open your backtalk and place the whiplash handle in your mouth and tell you to bite on it. With my left over hand I grab the back of your hair and harbor your heading tight at the Lapp time pushing your shoulders down. You realise that this can only mean one thing and you hear me say'are you ready my dulcet one ?'You ndt your mind in recognition and machinate yourself, you clench your muscleman as tight as you can. You yelp in painfulness as the final blow is administered, your pegleg start to buckle but I hold you up and ferment you around so that I 'm facing you. I pull you towards me and hold up you tight as you rest your header on my berm and I gently stroke your pilus with my left script while I massage cold-blooded ointment into your burning buns. I kiss you on the forehead and lead you over to the dressing table and slowly unscrew the clamps that are squeezing your poor tender mamilla. Once off I place my oral cavity on one and gently suck and lick it while my mitt squeeze your still burning arse. I then bend you over the salad dressing table and move out the pegs from your pussy and immediately rub it vigourously with the thenar of my hand as you squirm and your juices start to flow out all over my finger. I take the chastity belt and insert the first of its dildos into your soaking wet cunt and using your succus that have flowed onto my hand I slowly insert a finger into your prat and gradually stretch it before replacing it with the irregular dildo and then I lock you securely into the sexual abstention belt. I tell you to put on a loose fitting lightweight dress and you select one and are soon wearing it. We then go downstairs and I hired man you your shoes and inform you that I feel you need some exercising and that a paseo would be a good idea.

As we set off I wondered to myself exactly what mavin you must be feeling with both your hollow well and truly plugged and I can only reckon how desperate you must be and longing to have my tool in place of the dildos. As we walk through the woods we come across a fallen tree, I sit and give you the look that you instantly recognise and know what is required of you. You kneel slowly as the dildo stretches your tight fanny and you berth yourself in straw man of me. While undoing my zip you depress your head and start to run the tip of your glossa around the top of my hard putz and work up the pre-cum that is starting to seep from it. Then slowly you slide your lips down its full distance as I place my hands behind your head and pull you towards me and hold you there and I feel the tip deep down the spinal column of your throat. I slide my hands down in figurehead of your dress and grab your breasts pulling and pushing you as I face fuck you, harder and faster until I can hold on no longer and I fill your mouth with my hot sticky cum. Just then we hear a dog barque not far away so I dress and you wipe your mouth and we continue walking mitt in hand. As we round the turning point we meet a couple coming the early way and as they make polite conversation as they pass you wonder if it is your imagination or not that you feel that the woman was giving you a strange feeling. You soon discover why as once they had passed I take a tissue and wipe away the cum that is dribbling down your Kuki. Meanwhile as we walk you experience your twat getting wetter and wetter with every step and your arse stretching more and more as the dildos get to work.

On returning home as soon as we are in the door I give you that simple one Good Book command'strip'immediately you let the dress nightfall to the floor and stand in front of me naked apart from the chastity belt. I take your hired hand and lead you up the stairs and while you are still standing undo the padlocks on the belt and ease the dildos out of your trap. I lie you on the bed and using your wrist joint and ankle manacle I soon have you spreadeagled. I place a blindfold across your eyes and a set of headphones on your ears and sour on the music. You are now lying there not able to see or listen what is going on in the room. I leave you for a few hour to let the anticipation to work up. Your nous starts to roam as you try to imagine what is going to bump. Suddenly something touches your ankle, you think it must be a finger and it slowly runs up the interior of your thigh gently stroking as it goes and then circling but not touching your pussycat it runs back down your other leg. At the same clock time you feel hot breath on your breast and my tongue slowly starts to encircle around your nipple without actually touching it. You try to strike closer as you are do-or-die to feel my backtalk around it and my lingua flicking it in my mouth. Likewise you want the hand that is stroking your thigh and so close to touching your wet pussy to section your lips and rub your swollen-headed clitoris and then to slide inside you. Just as suddenly as it began the touching stops and for a few minutes you feel nothing until something drips onto your breasts, for a moment you can not tell whether it is hot or cold. Could it be freezing ice or hot wax, you take a mystifying hint to see if you can smack the electrocution standard candle. It is only when you realise whatever it is has set hard and not run off but you realise it is candela wax and immediately you feel the rut. You start to wriggle but are soon distracted by the touch of a fingerbreadth working its way between your twat lip and coming to catch one's breath on your clit. As I suck your nipple and my fingerbreadth slides inside your warm wet cunt you start to arc your back and I sense you are close to orgasm. I want to smack you and feel my natural language sliding between your pussy rim and sucking your self-conceited clit into my mouth while flicking it with my clapper at the same prison term and teasing your seat with my finger's breadth. Tempted as I am to pretend you cum and have the pleasure of watching you I want to feel you as you orgasm, not only do I want to experience you tighten around my well stopcock but I want to see you properly as we cum together. I want to see the spirit in your eyes so I remove the blindfold and earpiece and unfreeze the cuffs from your ankle so that you can enwrap your pegleg around me. I kneel between your branch and stroke your clit with the tip of my cock before gently sliding just the first base inch inside you. I hold it there as you try and push your bitch around it. You start to plead with me'please please I want all of it inside me now, fuck me sleep together me your colly little slut wants your prick right inside her and wants you to fill her slutty puss with your hot cum .'

With one hard energy my putz is deep inside your cunt, my falls slapping against your behind as I fuck you deeply and difficult your wetness pouring out onto the sheets. Harder and grueling and cryptic and deeper my peter goes into your cunt until I can confine on no longer.

'cum with me sweetheart I 'm lack us to cum together .'No sooner are the Scripture out of my mouth and I feel you tighten around my stopcock, your body starts to twitch and your back arches as I fuck you even harder until I can hold in on no longer and with one final deep thrust I feel my cum shoot inside you as you cry out in ecstasy as we both orgasm together. We remain locked together for several instant while kissing passionately and stroking each other 's worn out consistency. Finally I release your wrist turnup and we can curl up up together my arm around you and my deal clasping your breasts with your pap squeeze between my fingers, my other handwriting gently stroking the back of your neck opening as we fall asleep. You wake several meter during the night and each time you feel reassured to make love that I 'm still holding you rigorous my hand still holding your breasts and if you move you can feel my cock against your rear end as you drift back to log Z's hoping it will soon be morning and once again I 'll be buried abstruse inside you. I